M S Latter Poems

"'Let my people go! '
the Lord God of Israel says",
declared Moses.
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Golden pitcher
drops of love falling
words and healings.
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Dredger of air, reaper of rich sky worlds
awaiting the glinting emeralds and
sapphires of the Sun's golden highways.
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Doors swing limply
in the steel breeze.
Beaten and gashed,
shrieking and crying
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Feel like dirt
feel like nothing
to myself, to you,
to - anyone.
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Bright lights, warm colours,
Much hype, much spending;
Embrace the countdown season,
Excitement never-ending.
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Sword, headband, flag and fighter plane -
the pulsating rhythm of the idling engine beckons.
We have waited, we have suffered - now we attack!
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Life and death grasped
so firmly in his skinny hands;
but in the lad's red-rimmed eyes
glimmers only death.
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I must have said this several hundred times,
I'm getting bolder, please now give your ear,
While stuttering less often through these lines
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The basic need to pay the bills:
So simple, so complex, such pain.
It's not work but the job that kills.
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